The First
Jack Skinner couldn't help thinking that he was being watched. He looked to the opposite side of the cafeteria to see a girl with stitches on her face. After a shocked moment, he realized it was makeup. Her red hair was shocking, but then Jack realized that that was the girl he had almost collided with in History. She hadn't been wearing the makeup that day. He observed her over his lunch tray and his spiral notebook. He wrote in bullets:
Red hair
Peculiar makeup
Very serious face
Seems to be watching me…
He averted his gaze when she looked up, directly at him. He felt his usually white face blush. His white hair fell forward in his eyes when he suddenly looked intently at his tray, as if astonished by the pattern in the plastic. Why am I blushing? I don't even know her! For some reason, when she had looked up, he felt like she was looking into his soul… Jack felt himself panicking. Dude, just chill. Just get out. You need air. Now.
Jack finished his lunch in a rush, ditched his tray and made the most subtle mad dash out of there possible. Once safely away from the girl with the haunting almost black eyes, he sighed and scratched the back of his neck and pulled up his pinstriped jacket hood. His white hair, with long bangs, hung down, in stark comparison to his hoodie, which graced his namesake Jack Skellingtion and Sally the Ragdoll on the back. He couldn't help thinking that the Sally in the cafeteria was somehow his Sally… No, that's nonsense. She's not my "soul mate." Those don't even exist! And besides, you don't even know her name. He started walking toward the library, when steps and the door to the cafeteria opening and closing made him freeze. The footsteps stopped just behind Jack frozen form. A small finger tapped his shoulder lightly. Without turning, he knew who it was. He turned anyway. The girl with the stitches was so small compared to Jack's towering, slight build. She smiled, her mouth small. The girl's smile melted him, unthawed him. "Hi." Her soft voice said. "Hi." He smiled back, unwillingly, with his wide mouth that seemed to wrap around his head. "Were you staring at me, in there?" The girl gestured toward the doors she had just come through. He nodded, unknowing of where she was taking this. "I'm sorry if my makeup distracted you, but you didn't have to leave." She smiled again, hopeful, for what? Jack didn't know. "I'm Jack." He extended his hand, then hesitated. Why did you put out your hand?! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Too late to brush it off, she's seen it. He held it out to her, his long arms thankfully not having to make him stoop. She took his hand hesitantly, as if nervous that the bony fingers would swallow her little doll's hand, and shook. "Sally."